Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.